The Night I Said Yes To Everything
Cute face, they say. Then they hear my mind and stop smiling. I was at a party, barely legal-looking in a plaid skirt and knee socks, and a guy asked "what won't you do?" I looked him dead in the eye and said "nothing." That was the wrong answer for his comfort and the right answer for my pussy. He took me to the bathroom, locked it, and I dropped to my knees without being told — cute face looking up at him while my hands worked his belt. I said yes to the cock down my throat, yes to the spit, yes to the slap.
He bent me over the sink and took me raw, one hand fisting my hair so I watched my own fucked-out face in the mirror. "Such a cute slut," he muttered, and I grinned around nothing because the dangerous part of my brain was loving every second. I told him to choke me, told him to use me, told him I was his anything-goes toy for the night. He left hickies on my tits where the skirt couldn't hide them.
Wanna be the one I say yes to?
Middle — How Far Yes Goes
We didn't stop at the bathroom. He took me to his car, pushed the seat back, and I rode him with the skirt still on, knee socks still up, looking like the good girl I've never been. I let him film my face — "say you're the anything-goes slut," he ordered, and I did, moaning it, owning it. My pussy was raw by the end, dripping down my thighs, and when he came on my tits I giggled, cute as hell, and smeared it into my skin like lotion. "Told you," I whispered. "Nothing I won't do."
I'm so horny right now just thinking about a new "yes" — wish it was you giving the orders.
End — Why I'm The Slut
People see the face and assume innocent. I love proving them wrong. I do this job because there's no limit I haven't hit, and I'll walk you through every one on the phone. If you liked this, Becky's story is right here and the full blog is here.
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